The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volym 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... Kath . [ To BAP . ] I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I ' faith , Sir , you ...
... Kath . [ To BAP . ] I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I ' faith , Sir , you ...
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... Kath . A pretty peat ! it is best an she knew why . Put finger in the eye , Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books , and instruments , shall be my company , On them to look ...
... Kath . A pretty peat ! it is best an she knew why . Put finger in the eye , Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent . Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books , and instruments , shall be my company , On them to look ...
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... Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too ; may I not ? What ! shall I be appointed hours , as though , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? Ha ! Gre . You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are so good , Their love ...
... Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too ; may I not ? What ! shall I be appointed hours , as though , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? Ha ! Gre . You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are so good , Their love ...
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... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
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... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after BIANCA . Bap . What ! in my sight ? - Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit BIANCA . Kath . What ! will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see , She is your treasure , she must ...
... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after BIANCA . Bap . What ! in my sight ? - Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit BIANCA . Kath . What ! will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see , She is your treasure , she must ...
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Sida 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Sida 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Sida 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Sida 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Sida 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Sida 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...